Herculean Moon

The Wednesday challenge on Weekly Prompts is; HERCULEAN. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here , and below is my response to the prompt.

Herculean Moon




On a motionless silent night

There.

From beyond the dark evening clouds

The Herculean moon stoically glowed

Upon the forest’s swaying silhouettes

Stealthily shedding enough silvery light

To illuminate the ancient gatehouse

There.

From below the mystical pathway home







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Ivor Steven (c) December 2022

Drumsticks

All Images: were from my visit to the ‘Writers Retreat Workshop’, held at Drydale’s Old Courthouse & Museum on Friday
The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; RANDOM. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE . The poem ‘Drumsticks’ is my response to the prompt Random

Drumsticks 


Thump, thump, thump 

The muffled beat of drums 

Hollow depressing throbs 

Hauntingly echo 

From behind the heavy door 

Of the jurors’ chambers 






What will their verdict be? 

The courthouse gallery is full 

Humming in anticipation 


Has the Drummer Boy’s case 

Been handled fairly? 

The alleged fatal weapons 

The Boy’s drumsticks 

Are yet to be found! 








Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)

Over on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is the word: ALONE. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here . The Haiku below is my response to todays prompt.





Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)


The white moon hangs low

In the blue afternoon sky

Old crow stands alone










Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

One More Spoonful

On Weekly Prompts this weekend, the challenge word Glimmer. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here And is a poem I wrote back in January, that I thought to be suitable piece for the prompt …

Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..





One More Spoonful

I was reading my never ending story

about crossing the rivers of time

and climbing a mountain of dreams

then along the crest of a misty waterfall

a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn

as a shimmering glimmer of hope

and above my unreachable horizon

there was a shining

tempting me to turn around

and resume paddling upstream

to where I could savour

a spoonful of life’s cream






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Yorkie, Against the Undertow

The Wednesday challenge from Weekly Prompts is: CYCLING … please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My poem today is a “Repost” from January 7th 2019, and some of my followers may remember my hectic rehab’ time after my stroke in early December. I had to get myself fit enough to fly to New York by April 24th …
Well here it is Thursday evening in Geelong, 10.55pm, and I’m editing my new book “Perceptions” again … oh well that’s “the undertow of life”





Yorkie, Against the Undertow


I’m seated on my silver bike, called Yorkie

Pedalling slow and steadily

I’m not actually moving

But I am dreaming

Thinking of places I could be

Visualising what I might see


If I can keep pushing

I’ll end up with a Qantas cushion

I know the year is new and early

But I’m feeling unfit and unworldly

There’s a long way for my body to go

There’s no turning back, despite the undertow






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Urban Glare

The weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Review. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … Below is my response to their prompt, and you are quite welcome to ‘Read and Review’ my poem “Urban Glare”

Featured Image Above: by Derrick Knight >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/04/28/across-the-stream/



Urban Glare





Down into the valley

I wander

Away from urban glare

Beyond reach

Of those who do not care

About nature’s faded flare


Along a cool creek

I wander

Away from urban air

Beyond sight

Of those arrogant stares

Who do not see nature’s plight






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Nature’s Theatre (a Tanka)

The Weekly Prompts, Wednesday Challenge is: OUTDOOR FUN. Please go over and visit their fabulous by clicking >> Here . and the below Tanka, is my response to their prompt ..


Nature’s Theatre (a Tanka)




The late winter sun

Peaks through a curtain of cloud

That flat silver screen

Becomes nature’s theatre

Where true rainbow films are fun






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Fiery Pearls and an Ambient Eye

This weekend, at Weekly Prompts the challenge word is: Focus. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and below is my response to their prompt; Focus …



Fiery Pearls and an Ambient Eye



“Since I don’t believe in anything 

I can pretend about everything” … (anonymous)


The stars are the universe’s fiery pearls

And when smoke falls into my eyes 

Her fading ashes singe my heart




The silver moon is my world’s ambient eye

And when my mind falls out of focus

His silvery beams enlighten my soul






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Jack’s Back

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: GARDEN ART. You may visit their fabulous site by clicking on the Link >> Here .. and the poem below is my response to their Prompt

Jack’s Back 

 

I woke at dawn 

And there was Jack  

Laying on my lawn 

 

Good morning, Mr. Frost 

I am at a loss 

With the ground so white 

And the air’s bitter bite 

Why are called Jack? 

The Jack’s I know from the outback 

Are all warmhearted folks  

And happy-go-lucky blokes 

Not cold-blooded guys 

Baptized by frozen skies 

 

Are you a naughty and chilly skite? 

Or a noble defender of the night 

Jack! Today at first light 

You gave my warm toes an icy fright 






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Ding Dong and Bang Clang?




I was in a dazed shock

As the bedside table rocked

When my alarm clock piercingly rang

Ding dong and bang clang it sang

Like a hammering chain gang

Breaking rocks, bang after bang


Awakened by the brutal ding and bang

Out of bed I sprang

Then abruptly, my mind went clang!

When the bells of Sunday morn began!






Ivor Steven (c) June 2022